Towards evening, we entered Yading County, a small town surrounded by mountains. Music came from the shops on both sides of the road. Miraculously, there was no sense of hustle and bustle. On the contrary, it gave people a lazy and comfortable feeling.
Sitting in front of the hotel, playing tambourine with a girl from Tibetan area, the discomfort of high reflex was washed away little by little.
The quiet night fell, and the exhaustion of running all the way made people fall asleep. After a night of rest, everyone was resurrected with full blood.
Start heading to the Holy Land - Daocheng Aden.
The last piece of pure land on the blue planet, it is located in Shangri-La Town, Daocheng County, southern Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province. It is located in the eastern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the middle of the Hengduan Mountains, adjacent to Shangri-La in Yunnan Province to the south, and connected to Lugu Lake and Lijiang to the southeast.
It has a forest area of 560 square kilometers, with thousands of species of rare plants and hundreds of species of vertebrates, as well as more than 40 peaks above 4,500 meters above sea level, and more than 60 ancient glacial lakes.
Such a huge group of peaks and lakes has created such a magical place and has become a holy place that countless literary and artistic young people yearn for.
The movie "Passing Through Your World" was filmed here. There are many beautiful words in the movie to describe the beauty, tranquility and difference here.
For example: "I tell you secretly that there is a place called Daocheng. I want to go there with my most beloved person to see the blue sky, the white snow-capped mountains, the golden grass, and watch an autumn fairy tale."
Another example: "Nowadays, Daocheng is a scenery in itself."
We started from the Daocheng Yading Ticket Office, and after more than an hour of bus driving, we left our luggage at the inn where we planned to stay overnight, then took the bus to the foot of the mountain, and then hiked into the mountain.
When I step into the mountains and forests, the pure land on earth, paradise, Shangri-La, these reputations cannot be overstated in my eyes.
Her beauty, her purity, her nature, her uniqueness can bear all praises.
The mountains are in the forests, and the forests are in the mountains; there are lakes in the mountains, and mountains in the lakes; the sun shines brightly, and the sky and the lake are the same color.
It is said that when the three holy mountains Xiannairi, Yangmaiyong and Xiaruoduoji are reflected in the mirror-like water, everyone who sees them will be fascinated by them.
It's a pity that I didn't see all its splendor this time. I think I must go there again in my lifetime, not in such a hurry, but with a more pious heart.
At such a high altitude, strolling in such a wonderland is like a fairy. The snow-capped mountains within reach, accompanied by high altitude sickness from time to time, interpret the feeling of "eyes in heaven and body in hell".
Climb all the way to get a glimpse of the milk sea and the five-color sea.
But because we started late, and because we were attracted by the scenery on the way, we kept taking pictures and wasted a lot of time, so we encountered more people going down the road.
We are accustomed to living at low altitudes, so every step up on the plateau is extremely difficult.
Sister Zheduoshanyu's encouragement gave me an obsession. I must see at least one of the oceans, so that I can be worthy of the ups and downs along the way.
So I made an agreement with my friend Meng that we could take our time, but no one would ask to go down the mountain halfway.
We swam upstream amid 100% calls to return. In the last three kilometers or so from Milk Sea, Miss Tingting caught up with us, and we changed from a group of two to a group of three.
Although the team has grown, we are actually not sure where we can go. Can you see the Milk Sea or the Five Color Sea?
Because in the last kilometer, the weather changed drastically, the wind picked up, and the biting cold wind also brought large swaths of snowflakes. The cold wind made the plastic raincoats in the crowd rustle, and they hit their faces and made them breathless. Speak up.
The howling and howling of the whirlwind in the valley is like a madman who has lost his mind, bumping around in the mountains. It sounds like the howling of wolves and the neighing of horses in the distance.
The raincoat that was too late to be put away was rolled up by it, suddenly thrown to the east, sometimes thrown to the west, suddenly rolled up and flying high in the sky, and suddenly pushed to a stone nook and stopped motionless.
I hid in a cabin sheltered from the wind and snow, secretly praying that the wind and snow would stop, allowing me to walk the last kilometer and take a look at the legendary Milk Sea.
Perhaps because God sensed my piety, the wind and snow really subsided, so the three of us decisively rushed out of the hut and headed towards the Milk Sea.
Haizi, which is shaped like tears and is called the tears of the blue earth, is the first of the three holy lakes in Aden. It is still crystal blue in the wind and snow.
If time permits, I really want to sit on the ground and close my eyes to resonate with it. But in the end, I only left a few photos of my visit here and left in a hurry, without even having time to take a look at the higher five-color sea.
Staggering down, the sun burst out from the clouds and hit the snow-capped mountains in the distance. At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, and tears burst out of my eyes.
Finally, let me borrow a poem written by someone else as a reflection of this trip:
I don't think about whether the road is difficult, whether it's a flat road, a winding road, or a bumpy road.
I only think about your beauty on that plateau, on the top of the snow-capped mountains. I approach you step by step, with my piety and my desire.
Special thanks:
Thanks to all the sisters who came with us this time. We went together in May, but the warmth continues to this day.
Thanks to the handsome man Huoshan who has been with us all the way and spared no effort to escort us. The route he designed with great care gave this trip a different flavor and a meaning.
I have experienced a lot along the way, but my level is limited and words cannot describe everything that happened. Friends who are traveling with me, please read the meaning of this article.
I only hope that I will be as good as this year every year for the rest of my life!